This is a song about "Crack home"

This is why her nigga mad

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

When that money calls i holla back

Ill crack your shoulder blade

They say them colors must be fake

I thought van-city was home

Now i'm in the zone

I'mma sign that work and release that

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

They tripping from crack they stash

Gotta make that cash

Mami told me son, hold your own

Simple bar spitting then going home

You got reason to brag

Skyrocket like weed on crack